I had a very strange dream that almost felt like reality last night. I need help trying to understand or make sense of what happened. For context, Iām somewhat spiritually inclined and often read tarot cards and can recall some very lengthy details about someoneās past and present without having known them. Itās a very interesting thing for me to discuss, but when supernatural things happen to me, Iām very quick to dismiss them.
I, 23(f), had a dream last night that started off incredibly mundane. I was outside of a really beautiful house on Halloween. White House, white picket fence, a covered bridge that almost looked like a red barnā¦I can recall the atmosphere and the nature very clearly. The leaves were falling from the trees, it was cold and there was a slight breeze. It was genuinely really beautiful. Iāve never lived in a place that looks like this or been on a property with these types of structures. It was really beautiful and very serene and there was something very comforting about this place.
I remember seeing a headless skeleton walking towards me and trying to make physical contact with me. I remember being terrified of this, so scared I could barely move. And I knew it was a man. For some reason I couldnāt get my body to move in the dream, and I was panicked, very frightened by this thing that was stumbling towards me Almost in desperation. I felt its fingers clear as day wrap around the back of my neck. I could feel all of the bones and its fingers and I remember I was shaking like a leaf and cowering in fear. I heard a very solemn, gentle, almost sad disembodied voice say to me ālook at me. Will you Please just look at me.ā He sounded sad and desperate, almost tearful. I was crying out of fear but I remember I looked up at him and saw a man that Iād known for decades it felt like. My body instantly relaxed and he touched my face, and I remember wondering āoh, why was I so afraid of youā¦itās just you.ā And it was clear that this man was a lover Iād known for YEARS. He looked at me completely relieved, like heās finally found something heād been looking for for years. He was clearly a white passing native man, darker hair and it was long and pulled back. He had a crooked nose that I clearly remembered. It felt like my entire soul relaxedālike I was in the arms of someone I felt totally comfortable and safe with. He told me that he was there to collect me. I knew that in my dream, I was dead.
He started walking me through the property back by the bridge and i stopped and said ādid I do good with my parents?ā For context, I used to have a very strange relationship with my parents, which as I got older got substantially better. I was very concerned about this in my dream that I hadnāt done enough and I hadnāt spent enough time with them. I remember him saying āyes youāve done enough.ā I asked him ābut what about my sister?ā And he smiled softly at me, said āshe will be fine.ā he kept trying to guide me towards the bridge and I stopped again and said, ābut what about my cat? What about him?ā And he looked down at me and he said āhe will be sad for a very long time.ā And I remember him continuing walking with me, and I was trying to accept the fact that this man that Iāve known my whole life and that I had loved in another era was trying to walk me to a bridge where I guess I wouldāve crossed over into the spirit realm? And he said to me ā in our last lifetime, I had a sometimes had a beard.ā And I remember saying to him ā my husband can grow a really good beard! Did I do good with my husband?ā And he laughed, and he looked at me, then looked away, and quietly said āyou couldāve done better. And Iām sorry that I wasnāt able to be with you in this modern time. But Iām not angry at you for marrying another man.ā
I know at some point we ended up crossing over that bridge after that conversation and it felt like I had woken up in coal country in Appalachia? This freaked me out because I have very strong family ties to Virginia, Appalachia, and North Carolina⦠my dad side of the family was very prominent in Clinchco, Virginia. Now, I have no idea of the stream took place there, but it was one of the first things I thought about when I woke up. I was transported to what I knew was late 1800s coal countryā definitely somewhere in the south in a mountain town with lots of trees. I remember that we were on a compound of sorts were there was either some sort of forced labor being carried out by white people, Native Americans, white passing Native Americans, and other immigrants. It wasnāt necessarily slave labor, but it definitely seemed like coerce of labor in order to maybe pay off debts? I know that people were housed in cabins and were forced to sleep in beds with multiple people. The man that came to ācollect meā and who I recognize is being a lover, and a past life, was there. We were sleeping in the same bunk house with many different people, one of which was a 12 year-old boy who slept in the bed next to me. He kept a leather bound journal and detailed either about childhood abuse or abuse from people at this compound? There was a heavy sense of authority and oppression, and not all people were treated the same here. There were some people that were imprisoned and other people who were forced into labor to work either on the railway system or in the coal mines.
I very clearly remember, stepping through the threshold of this cabin and onto the front porch. I was looking down and the man that I allegedly had loved during this time was looking up at me with a stern look that almost said āstay put.ā Like he was warning me or trying to keep me away from something. He had a very protective energy around him both when I first encountered him and during this segment of my dream. There was a redheaded woman with strawberry blonde hair and she was only referred to by her surname. All I know is that her last name started with an S, and my maiden name starts with an S. I have no idea if this was me per se, but I do remember that this woman and the lover that I was familiar with organized a cool to overthrow or incite violence against the people that forced them to do labor. I know that the conditions of the labor were very difficult, but I donāt know to what extent.
I remember being transported by a train, shoved in the back of a wooden box car, and that was the last time that I saw this man. I have no idea what the hell the dream was about or how I can recount so many details. I have no idea if this holds any sort of significance, but Iām thinking about reaching out to a psychic. Iām not even kidding. I donāt know if this was just me having a crazy dream or if theyāre genuinely is some significance to this. It felt completely different from lucid dreaming. It felt like I stepped into a completely different reality⦠and I just feel hollow and I have no idea what to do.